a man wriggles like a worm
when he is thoughtful of
his olden days
when he figures out an
invisible finger to write
a long and long sentence
charmed with nostalgic foolery
and when
he is like a pen thrown
amidst the farthest clouds
of non-sensical imaginations
that impost poetry of moments!
iam also picking one such a
pebble along the shore of death
where the pinches of sand
sing a lullaby and eulogy
at the edge of my bed and pillows.
_________________________ruthraa
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